Literature jokes

Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.

His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.

A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.

No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.

In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.

With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.

Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Stephen.

Can't you read? It says "No Hawking."

My girlfriend's sister told me to write her a poem. This is what I came up with:

roses are red, violets are blue, if you ever feel alone, I'm always watching you.

A man went into a library and asked for a book on how to commit suicide. The librarian said:

"F*ck off! You won’t bring it back."

What do you call a teen wizard who just went through puberty?

Hairy Potter.

Roses are red, my blood is too. I see a lot when I lost you.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Summer wasn't too bad either.

I got fired from the library in the first 30 minutes because I "womens rights" in the sci-fi fiction section.

I was reading a book about an immortal cat the other day; it was impossible to put down.

Roses are red,

I am dead.

You could call me wet, or I will keep your dread.

Did you know the past tense of William Shakespeare is Wouldiwas Shookspeared?

Tork Poettschke says to Charles Bukowski: "You have beautiful teeth! Are they also available in white?"

Roses are red, violets are blue, most of your jokes are stolen, is not original to you.

Roses are red and violets are blue, my best friend is Sue, and she's blue, too.

(meaning sad)

Why did the math book kill itself?

It had too many problems.

What was the knight's name that sat at the round table?

Circumference.

Rock-a-bye dummy, in the tree top.

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.

Down will come dummy, cradle and all.

Roses are red, violets are blue, and if you're my friend, I'll be there till the end.

What if little Johnny was doing drugs?

"Johnny, Johnny?"

"Yes, Papa?"

"Eating sugar?"

"No, Papa..."

Roses are red, violets are blue,

I am gay, so are you.